_Luc._ I charge ye in the name of Chastity, Tempt me no more; how ugly ye seem to me? There is no wonder men defame our Sex, And lay the vices of all ages on us, When such as you shall bear the names of women; If ye had eyes to see your selves, or sence Above the base rewards ye play the bawds for: If ever in your lives ye heard of goodness, (Though many Regions off, as men hear Thunder) If ever ye had Mothers, and they souls: If ever Fathers, and not such as you are; If ever any thing were constant in you, Besides your sins, or coming, but your courses; If ever any of your Ancestors Dyed worth a noble deed, that would be cherish'd; Soul-frighted with this black infection, You would run from one another, to repentance, And from your guilty eyes drop out those sins, That made ye blind, and beasts. _Phor._ Ye speak well, Lady; A sign of fruitful education, If your religious zeal had wisdom with it. _Ard._ This Lady was ordain'd to bless the Empire, And we may all give thanks for't. _Phor._ I believe ye. _Ard._ If any thing redeem the Emperour From his wild flying courses, this is she; She can instruct him if ye mark; she is wise too. _Phor._ Exceeding wise, which is a wonder in her, And so religious, that I well believe, Though she would sin she cannot. _Ard._ And besides, She has the Empires cause in hand, not loves; There lies the main consideration, For which she is chiefly born. _Phor._ She finds that point Stronger than we can tell her, and believe it I look by her means for a reformation, And such a one, and such a rare way carried That all the world shall wonder at. _Ard._ 'Tis true; I never thought the Emperor had wisdom, Pity, or fair affection to his Country, Till he profest this love: gods give 'em Children, Such as her vertues merit, and his zeal. I look to see a _Numa_ from this Lady, Or greater than _Octavius_. _Phor._ Do you mark too, Which is a Noble vertue, how she blushes, And what a flowing modesty runs through her, When we but name the Emperour? _Ard._ But mark it, Yes, and admire it too, for she considers, Though she be fair as Heaven, and vertuous As holy truth, yet to the Emperour She is a kind of nothing but her service, Which she is bound to offer, and she'll do it, And when her Countries cause commands affection, She knows obedience is the key of vertues, Then flye the blushes out like _Cupid's_ arrows, And though the tye of Marriage to her Lord Would fain cry, stay _Lucina_, yet the cause And general wisdom of the Princes love, Makes her find surer ends and happier, And if the first were chaste, this is twice doubled. _Phor._ Her tartness unto us too. _Ard._ That's a wise one.